Like the cloud, I am collecting the moisture in memory,
Soaking up the solitude, I have been alone in misery.
Feeling full on failure, droplet wall builds on my skin,
Heavy with weight of the world, sadness is soaked in.
Like the cloud, I feel the lightening pulsing inside,
Anger and agony on a bolt of energy ride.
Thunder is my roar, ominous warnings shy
to the volcanic eruption that is my sky.
Like the cloud, I hear the air slice apart in broken fear,
And I collect all things wet and drip them in a tear.
Upon the world I release all my anxiety and pain,
Captured inside capsules, I tell it to the rain.
Like the cloud, I pour my soul from the height of hurt,
And you wear my teardrops there, saturated white t-shirt.
Parachute promises falling, raindrops from the cloud.
You hold no umbrella because crying is not allowed.
December 22, 2015
From Contest: Rain
Hosted by : Silent One Judged 12/23/15
Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2015
She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain
before the time they met - her steps commence.
She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum,
her love turned to escape and cloudy string
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring.
The first light cotton mists with summer rays
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land,
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays,
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand.
Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
It won’t stop raining
dismal, forlorn murky skies above
similar to a depressed painter’s palette
bring torrent outbursts
becoming heavier and heavier
descending louder and louder
drowning me in a deluge of emotions
soaking the sanity from my drenched soul
Sombre November rain is always different
colder and sinister like a virus rapidly spreading
poisoning my body with intense anxiety
battering me like a hail of bullets in the line of fire
Twilight is swallowed by blackness briskly
stars illuminate, as the moon glows
but nature continues to immerse me
bathing like a forced baptism
How I long for a glimpse of the sun to shelter
but there is no sign of a rainbow any time soon
The Silent One
Originally written 17 November 2015
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2017
The fact of losing you wasn't that much devastating. You evaporated too fast like water. And so it didn't give me affright. I know you're like water, you'll precipitate one day.
And so, that one day came by destiny. I was in my room when it rained pieces of you. I went outside and felt the touch I've missed for somehow a long time. I enjoyed your every drop, the petrichor and the moist.
I badly wanted you back. I longed for the water which drowns me in love. The water that gives me life every time I'm dehydrated. The water that forgives whoever I am. Only if I could collect all of your pieces and bring you back to my life forever, without you being gone once more. But I know, it will never happen.
For now, I enjoy your unexpected visits and perchance sojourns. I relish your every coming. In that way, I still manage to have you, even though I know you have to evaporate again.
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2016
**My wedding day**
my finest moment
washed away with white satin
nightmare from heaven
dreams never revealed
swimming in a pool of blood
dark clouds forever
**Eclipse with tears**
Dark Crystal Lightning
blue skies, deep watercolors
over the rainbow
useless way of life
40 days and 40 nights
grave yard promises
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011
Furnace pink roses blushed on your cheeks,
I held my breath when I saw you there,
Stood in the sand in a gossamer dress,
That clung to your form as the breeze caught your hair.
Bruises of rain clouds filled up your eyes,
I held you close when your spirits were low,
The feel of your skin was electrically cool
As the rain swept your face and your eyes were aglow.
I’m just a chancer who stood in your path,
I borrowed the beat of your heart just for me,
I still feel your skin in that gossamer dress
As the sun fell behind you and sank in the sea.
And I never found one last moment to spare,
I gave not one second to grant one last kiss,
But when you close your eyes I pray I’ll be there,
There’s nothing else for it, nothing but this.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2007
a foreboding sound
echoes in a thunderstorm....
mourners at a grave
a torrent of rain
muffles the sound of crying....
watching crows scatter
one wet crow hunches
on branch of the brittle oak....
dark clouds hover low
~ ~ ~ ~
For Skat's "Dark Rain" haiku contest
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011
by Michael J Falotico
I cry in the rain..
tasting the salt on my lips..
no one sees the pain..
"Personify a Tear" contest
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011
"As I watch the blue skies
Suddenly turned into gray
Darkness easily surrounds
Their clouds, covered in haze.
The rain will fall again, I say
A nature's moment I dismay
Raindrops will soon touch the ground
The sad feeling, again I'll be hound.
Splattering rain, the sound that haunts
Sweet and sad memories of the man
Taunting me to remember once again
The love once lost, never be back again
Every drop of rain that falls, I pain
Each drop it falls, my heart is in vain
"Try to listen" to the rain, he once said
'Tis like a last goodbye, could not hear I said.
The sound of the crying heart, I still hear
The sound of a weeping soul, I can hear
The silent tears that they weep,
The silent scream that echos so deep.
Listen to every drop of rain
To it's agony, vain, pain,
Listen to the rain as it falls, maybe
There is your love, every drop after all...xoxo
Copyright © Anna Lo | Year Posted 2012
My racing heart through silence seeps
a pitter-pattered tempo keeps
while all the world about me sleeps
so quietly in the night.
I sense a ghastly ghoul creep
a lurid wretch my conscious sweep
I fight it, but I softly weep
so quietly in the night.
Above the seas, beyond the moon
confined in heavens black cocoon
who plays that haunting deathly tune
so quietly in the night?
What will my captor now decree?
Shall I know life, shall I go free…
or shall the devil come for me
so quietly in the night?
Befitting rain to match my tears
reflecting all these gripping fears
as light forever disappears
so quietly in the night.
Submission for contest: Rain and Dark, Isolated Places
Hosted by: Pendleton Arkwright
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
I felt a great pain
a torture of my heart,
my soul torn apart.
I saw dreams vanish
and hopes disappear,
the thought of you leaving
became my greatest fear.
I caught you in the act
of being with another,
I was so furious
all I could do was stutter.
But as Jesus forgives
so do I,
because our love for each other
doesn't deserve to die.
I give you this chance
because your heart is true,
though while in pain
our love still grew.
The look in your eyes
tell me you want me still,
but there's a gap
that only you can fill.
I will trust you
because love conquers all,
but I need you baby
to break my fall.
Love sometimes hurts
and may bring alot of pain,
but always remember
there's no sunshine without rain.
Copyright © Cody Cross | Year Posted 2006
I do not know?
Spilling ink onto paper,
fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,
trapped in rolled-up sleeves.
Turning up my collar,
as blue as these days that slip by,
scattered verses plunge into,
the fathoms of unknown waters.
My ink runs, slips, treading lightly,
penning odes to love on bare skin,
your bare back my canvas,
my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling,
homages to our laughter, our tears.
lie spent, exhausted,
famished and parched from saying too much,
my fingers tickle your soft skin,
my ink would run dry,
were it not for your gentle touch
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
She's caught in the black rain, emotions are swimming in darkness, as the
acid rain impairs her vision; within the depth her soul she's unable to find goodness.
The falling black rain has her mind in a state of confusion, murder is no longer
an ill illusion, actions has drawn it's fatal conclusion.
Upon her the black rain fell bringing misery with pain, living life in vain, constantly
seeing loss with no gain, and her mental health is far from being sane.
Few have already seen the devastating effects of falling black rain, it's aftermath
makes the sanest go insane, and those who survive the storm their lives will
never go back to being simple nor plain.
Falling black rain is a storm formed from mental pain, financial strain, loss with
no gain, and living life in vain.
Though, in my theory of goodness lies this conclusion," Things that we see as
being favorable unto living life is nothing more than our ill illusions," and there-
fore it's causing us an in-depth state of confusion.
Copyright © Margaret Johnson | Year Posted 2008
Crying in the rain
Letting go of all this pain
I do not want to see again
How we came crashing to an end
I do not want to see why
We were forced to say good bye
I have watched it and I have lived it
Been crushed by such a low hit
I’m crying in this rain
My eyes red with raw pain
The tears are flowing
Just not going
And I’m left all alone
I beg for your forgiveness
I scream with all I’ve got
But when it comes together
What I have is not a lot
I walk alone down this street
Strangers’ eyes are following
But I just keep on walking
Head down and never slowing
I pace these roads and hope to find
Something that means anything
Something that’s familiar
Until then I’m just left hanging
I’m still crying in this town
The rain pours on my face
Trying to forget you
But failing at first base
I cannot help but remember
Your face and how you smile
Just keep walking strong
It might be easier after a mile
Your eyes and how they glowed
Are burnt into my mind
I close my eyes and see them
Staring back right into mine
I’m crying on this night
And will on many more to come
I’ll stumble forward without you
Looking for my fortune
I cannot ever forget
The feeling that I had
When you put your arms around me
And chased away all the sad
I will try but fail to forget
How you loved me through thick and thin
I will wander through my life
But always still in love with him
He was my world and I can’t forget
He makes me who I am
Although he’s gone and lost from sight
I will not become a sham
I will always try to forget
How brilliant he made me feel
Made the world seem wonderful
And that maybe this world was real
The pain I feel when I remember him
Is cutting deeper still
He’s left a gaping hole in me
One that no one could ever fill
I try and try and fail again
My baby is still gone
I’m crying in this rain again
Cold and all alone
Copyright © Sev Smith | Year Posted 2012
A crying child stands
Wet eyes and trembling hands
Quietly turn to stone
What is the cause?
Who can be blamed?
Time doesn't pause
For a boy in the rain
Copyright © Jessica Johnson | Year Posted 2006
rain falls from the sky
endless lonely nights go by
the darkness from the heavens above
mirrors a life missing true love
slivers of moonlight shine on a girl
who's praying to find her place in this world
beautiful stars sparkling bright
reflect on a girl whose almost lost sight
for not long from now the moon may be whole
a wonderful man may find his way to her soul
until that day comes she'll just soak in the rain
because feeling it fall takes away all her pain
Copyright © Dawn Carpenter | Year Posted 2006
Rain, like angry teardrops, forges rivulets down the window pane
while threatening gray clouds thunder above,
fat with their delivery
Flickering power dances with the lightning in a contest of shadows
as heavy pressure and dampness seep into the marrow
of my fragile frame
Frantic winds change the relentless direction of the deluge as
miniature rivers form, washing away the residue of the atmosphere
before the storm
Darkness comes, and the bitter intensity becomes palpable
Weary windows shudder in their frames as whispering howls
sneak through timeworn crevices
Daunting years of collective conscience suggest a safe place to hide,
as all of the percipient creatures on the other side of the pane
have already attained
But, numbed by the continuous oblivious walk of humanity, I stay
Even though leaning against the moaning glass is not safe, I stay
…..to watch the rain.
Copyright © Kelly McDonald | Year Posted 2006
Rain drops fall fast, like flying frond,
Creating ripples in the pond,
It's pouring hard, just as forecast,
I watch the showers spill steadfast,
Like waters gushing from beyond...
Spurred on by rain, new life has spawned,
Buzzing and croaking night has dawned,
The sky remains dark, overcast,
Rain drops fall fast...
With the rain, my tears correspond,
Thinking of you and our dream bond,
Your death has still left me aghast,
Never have I felt so downcast,
Ignoring my slough of despond,
Rain drops fall fast...
Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2017
I watch the clouds turn to gray
And I listen for the rain
Then I hear the haunting melody you play
As it echoes with sad refrains
I often wonder why, you only play
that haunting melody on rainy days
What sad memory do you recall
When those raindrops fall
I wonder what you may have lost
that left behind a cold winter frost
As lightening bolts strike the mountains
The thunder and music seem to blend
I feel deep heartache as I listen, I grieve
Silently hoping you will find reprieve
From what has captured you within
For rain to wash away the haunting sin
But the storm brings no reprieve
And I hold on to the pain
The heartache does not leave
But comes down with the rain
As I know I will always hear
This haunting melody to my ears
That shakes my soul to the core
Standing all alone at your door
So I will join in, with you violin
For I know I'll always hear
The sad sounds of your strings
And on the piano I'll share
The sorrow the rain brings
Drenching my heart, because I care
My thanks and appreciation to Heidi for sharing her poetic voice
with me in this write. Great working with you Heidi.
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017
A cloudy, gloomy, cool, rainy morning
Fresh, transparent, and sparkling,
Muddy dreams pouring and droplets springing
And all my things left in an open to get dry
Love, trust, life, joy and here is none to supply
I place not a blame
They art wet all the same
Found it interesting as a computer game
To see these teardrops of shame
Sorrow shared is half the sorrow
But I have the audacity to see tomorrow
Rain has seasons
And also reasons
To bind boundless
For with time it will be cloudless
To strengthen strongly
When the atmosphere is misty
And words exchanged wrongly
Copyright © Masereka Amos | Year Posted 2013
the rain falls
from a gloomy sky
my feet are wet
something barely remembered
the sand is wet
from above and below
rain joins ocean
my footprints wash away
leaving lonely puddles
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013
The wind rushes through the valley
whispering your name.
Autumn trees begin to release their leaves
reluctantly, trying to hold on to summer.
I see your reflection in droplets of rain,
I share your joys, and feel your pain, yet
you have moved on without a thought of
what we once shared that summer so long ago.
As the crisp air and rain touches my face
all those memories tend to cascade. . .
flooding my mind and nearly drowning me.
Blue is my mood and my chosen hue that
lays to rest happier times in the summer sun,
in the clear cool lake, under the trees in your arms.
I, now in my autumn years, and feeling so much
like those lovely trees, reluctantly let go.
© August 24, 2013
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2013
Acid in the rain
Chances it won't heal again
Leaves our earth in pain
Contest: Creative Haiku
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2013
On Sunday March thirty two thousand fourteen, my sister
lost her grim battle to cancer, she was much younger than I;
nobody would believe that she fervently prayed while waiting to die...
who gave such strength to endure pain, if not her faith of believer?
I stood by her touching her forehead to offer some consolation...
she tried to smile, but was overcome by pangs of desperation.
If horrid fate had cut abruptly her life, prayers provided endless comfort;
and accepting death as a relief from suffering, she cherished that thought!
Farewell, Catherine...even the March gloomy sky cries
to express its ample sympathy for someone with moribund eyes!
A treasure you have left: gems that gleam as the eternal stars,
and each one of them reflects the gentle smile of your shining grace
that everyone saw when you opened those warm arms...
and by loving everyone, you taught us the meaning of an embrace!
Farewell, Catherine...find joy in that celestial place above the earth's sphere,
there happiness is heard through songs that praise glorious love, not fear!
We'll remember those delightful moments you shared with us...
when joy shone on a face that did not know the bitterness
of tears! Yes, they are imprinted on these weeping hearts
as the words of Virgil who commemorated the brave souls
that accomplished great things never forgotten by fleeing time...
isn't your story of indomitable courage for us to read and admire?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014
Farewell in the Rain
rain drips through the trees
kissing soft eyebrows and skin
tongue steals a rain drop
from the beloved’s ripe cheek
or was it a tear
goodbye soaked in the rain
farewell cries the broken heart
more tears rain drops fall
Trisha Sugarek from
The World of Haiku
Copyright © Trisha Sugarek | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
We can either be miserable
Or we can be positive.
When we are miserable
The forecast is always cloudy.
When we are positive,
The sun is always on the way.
I've heard this several times in different ways,
That's why I'm not putting my name on it.
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.
Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.
Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.
Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.
What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.
My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.
Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
Copyright © Onis Sampson | Year Posted 2013
It is the middle of an unusually warm Connecticut December
dark drizzly deep afternoon.
not long before her hungry needy kids return from school,
she props herself against back porch wall,
listens to wonder how her life is the same,
compared to this river flowing surely and widely
but silently south behind their backyard,
while the river of cars in front
shuttle up and down the state highway's over-fueled Advent traffic,
punctuated with violent horn blasts,
or perhaps warmly intended "Hello"s, "I'm passing by...."
Water toward the south Sound,
carbon-eaters to her back,
across the front yard Advent
of early evening's commercial family business,
institutions for competing commodification
flowing stealthily and syncopatedly impatient toward,
and then by-passing away.
messiah's mass faltering
to sing in her faithful
but worn thin heart and air,
hoping her river loves co-redemptive Sounding ocean
even more than busy motors
surging through more urgent toxic time
invest to completely commercialize
this Birthing Wonder's self-purgative sacred flow
into co-therapeutic nature.
transubstantiating home and families
into consumer markets
float down her river of mid-December's discontent
gloaming river fog
spreads miraculously radiant around one uninvited yellow street light,
waits for her family's bus
to deliver this December night's transforming birth.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015